Chapter 243 Han Tingzhang's heart aches

"Now a special notice, a special notice, please all those with children at home come down and gather. It is the children who should come down and gather, not the parents."

Zhang Kang and his comrades split up and called all the children from the two family buildings to gather downstairs.

And tell the children that the troops are preparing to rehearse the show.

The parents of the children also went downstairs to watch out of curiosity. They heard that it was a cultural performance, two programs rehearsed by the troops, and Commander Duan kindly appointed Wang Ziru to organize it...

Fifth floor, Wen family.

"That woman has brought such misery to our Wen family, and now she is still organizing a cultural performance? Originally, it was an opportunity for Wen Yiting to perform on stage!"

Su Hong heard the neighbors in the corridor outside talking loudly, and looked around at the packed luggage with a sad smile on her face.

The family home suddenly became very lively. The children were all very excited to hear that they would have the opportunity to participate in the program rehearsal and sing on the stage.

"Are we going to sing on stage like we did on Children's Day?"

“Shall we all sing together?”

The children were chattering, and the soldiers and their wives standing by and watching were also extremely excited.

Zhu Yan stood outside the Zhai family's door, overlooking the lively scene downstairs.

I looked back at the small living room.

Zhai Ximo took out the paper and pen he carried in his pocket and helped Wang Ziru write the program plan. The two of them looked like nothing had happened and they still had such a tacit understanding.

At this time, Zhang Kang ran up to inform Wang Ziru that she could go down to choose.

"But, sister-in-law, I took a preliminary look and found that there are quite a lot of children in the family compound. How do you choose? What are your criteria?"

Wang Ziru sat on a chair, reading her own ideas and asked Zhai Ximo to write them down.

Looking back at Zhang Kang, "Are there a lot of elementary school students?"

"There are fifty or sixty people. Fortunately, you have not been in the family home for a long time. If you choose some people and not some others, you will definitely offend the parents of those children who are not selected." Zhang Kang looked like he understood the ways of the world.

Wang Ziru smiled faintly, "In this family compound, I only know Fu Jiqiu."

Hearing this, Zhang Kang was slightly stunned, and then a look of realization appeared in his eyes.

My sister-in-law actually understands these social ways very well, so there is no need for him to remind her.

"Aren't you going downstairs?" The group prepared to go downstairs to select the children.

Wang Ziru was about to lock the door with the copper padlock when she found that Zhai Ximo did not follow her. He was leaning leisurely on the chair, playing with a pen.

Zhai Ximo touched his nose and said, "I'll wait for Baoer to come back."

Seeing the man being so persistent, Wang Ziru breathed a sigh of relief. After all, she had a father-son relationship with Baoer. He might be missing his child. "Whatever you want."

Now that he had been demoted, Zhai Ximo no longer had his own single dormitory. He moved to the company headquarters and lived in the dormitory with his instructor. It was not as comfortable as the suite in the family compound.

Accompanied by Zhang Kang and others, Wang Ziru went downstairs with the written program plan and appeared in the crowded downstairs.

The children lined up very seriously, forming several rows. Several warriors were organizing the team and maintaining order, making it look quite real.

"Thank you!" Wang Ziru greeted the warriors.

"Sister-in-law, I heard there is a love song program. Can you let me sing it?" A warrior came over and said with a smile.

"Don't worry! I have to make the selection. You can notify more people and invite those who can sing and have nice voices to participate in the selection. Once we are selected, we will start rehearsing tomorrow night."

The soldiers were extremely excited; the troops hadn't seen such a lively cultural performance for a long time.

Some warriors who were watching the excitement hurried back to tell others.

"It's like this, kids. The troops will hold a cultural performance next week. This cultural performance will be hosted by the Kunming District National Defense Art Troupe. They will mainly perform, and our Ninth Division will symbolically perform two programs..."

At this time, Fu Xun came down from the regiment headquarters with his two children. They saw it from a distance and also heard the assembly speech at the family compound.

Bao Er said excitedly: "It's my mother."

"What are they doing gathered downstairs in the family compound? Dad, has Auntie started organizing the show?" When Fu Jiqiu was sleeping last night, he learned from his father that Commander Duan had decided to let Wang Ziru organize the troops' rehearsal of the show.

Fu Xun nodded: "Probably! Then you two must participate."

The two kids who were already late ran over, pushed through the crowd and walked into the assembly point, but they saw that everyone had already lined up and there was no room for them.

"Mom, where do we stand?" Baoer asked anxiously.

"You two just stand at the edge."

As Wang Ziru was speaking, Fu Xun came in, smiled, and clapped his hands, saying, "Not bad, the commander is still good at judging people. Comrade Ziru does have good organizational and leadership skills."

No one expected that the new chief would come to show his support, and they all looked at Fu Xun with joy on their faces.

"Commander, you are too kind. Commander Duan just can't stand seeing me being idle."

"You have the ability, so of course you can't keep it buried forever! So what our ancestors said makes sense, gold will always shine." Fu Xun said a few inspiring words on the spot, helping Wang Ziru while also getting everyone involved.

at the same time.

Han Suijing, who was in Guangzhou, finished his training for the day and sat alone in his office to call home.

He was also very nervous about this call.

After the call was connected, Han Suijing first chatted with his younger brother who answered the phone and told his family that he was currently helping to train the Southern Armored Forces in Guangzhou.

Han Dixing was very happy when he received the call from his second brother. He couldn't wait to chat with him.

"Dixing, I remember you said before that when the Wang family held a wedding, you went to the village for a drink and met Baoer?" Han Suijing held the microphone, wanting to know more about Baoer.

Han Dixing leaned on the sofa in the living room and laughed. "Yes, that child is very well-behaved. I even brought him a box of mung bean cakes and a box of White Rabbit milk candies that day. But his second-generation uncle asked the driver to take them to Qinglong Village for a stroll, and they were eaten by the children of Qinglong Village."

"Really?"

"Well, I felt a little uncomfortable at the time, but I couldn't say anything in front of Sister Ziru." Han Dixing recalled the wedding banquet in the village that day, and it was still vivid in his mind. "But, second brother, why are you suddenly concerned about Sister Ziru's child?"

"That child is my son."

"What do you mean your son? Are you saying that Bao Er is your own flesh and blood?!"

In the Han family's living room, Dean Han and his wife just came home from get off work. As soon as they entered the house, they heard their youngest son's exclamation, and the old couple froze.

After a while, the old lady of the Han family, helped by the nanny, crawled out of the room to answer the phone.

"Are you saying that the child is the blood of our Han family?" Grandma Han asked hurriedly.

After hearing her second grandson tell her in person, Grandma Han froze for a moment, then asked back, "How can you be sure that it is your own flesh and blood?!"

"Grandma, now that Ziru and I have separated, I also have a great responsibility at home. Please don't say such things."

"We have a responsibility? What responsibility do we have?" Grandma Han patted the sofa, very angry. "She has been married to the countryside for five years, and now she is divorcing that poor boy. She also said that the child is yours. Is she planning something?"

Han Suijing stood up suddenly and said angrily: "Grandma! How can you be so suspicious of Ziru? You have watched her grow up over the years, and she is definitely not the kind of woman who loves power."

"Humph, I originally sympathized with her for marrying into the countryside, but after what you said tonight, I felt that things were not that simple."

"Grandma! Give my dad the phone. I called tonight to inform my family of something that happened. I have a son, and I plan to reconcile with Ziru and get married. I'm not asking for your consent."

Grandma Han was also furious, "You silly boy, she's just divorced, and she's willing to marry you?"

"Don't worry about that."

Dean Han patted my mother gently with his hand, took the microphone, and said in a gentle voice: "Han Suijing, explain to me clearly why you have a son and you only found out about it now? Also, even if the Han family wants to take back the child, they must do a kinship assessment."

His mother also stepped into the microphone and said, "Listen to your father. He is our child. We will not disown him."

"Back then, Wang Ziru insisted on breaking off the engagement and marrying a poor country boy. Now that she's divorced, she wants to reconcile with you. Isn't that wishful thinking?" Grandma Han stamped her feet in anger. "Where can we put our Han family's face? How are we going to explain to relatives and friends when they ask about this?!"

On the other side, Han Suijing covered his chest.

An indescribable heartache surged up from the bottom of his heart. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on his face. The cold tears were like a sharp knife, cutting across his chest.

The Han family had ultimately let his mother down. If it weren't for the Han family's attitude, his flesh and blood wouldn't have ended up in the poor countryside.

"Okay, I've said this much. I'm going to hang up first." Han Suijing whispered a few words and put the receiver on the phone. Suddenly, even Bai Zhou, who was as strong as he was, couldn't help but burst into tears.

After crying, he quickly called his elder brother Han Tingzhang.

Han Tingzhang was extremely surprised to hear that the child Wang Ziru gave birth to was actually his second brother's biological child. This made him cherish the opportunity to reunite with Wang Ziru no matter what and give the child a complete home.

"I'll call home right away! Such a big thing is not something that a few old guys can handle at home."

Han Tingzhang and his second brother have always had a deep relationship. When he heard about this, he felt heartbroken and could only feel distressed for his second brother. Without saying a word, he immediately called his hometown and talked to his family on his second brother's behalf.

"Tell Han Suijing that we can't just rely on the woman's words and say that the child is Han's. There must be medical evidence. As long as the kinship appraisal report clearly states that the child is Han Suijing's flesh and blood, we can talk about the rest." Grandma Han said in a firm tone.

Han Tingzhang: "Grandma, Han Suijing himself doesn't know what happened between them? Can't he recognize his own flesh and blood? You insist on letting Ziru do a kinship test for the child, isn't that damaging the relationship?"

"Han Tingzhang, you are the eldest brother after all, but how can you be as confused as your younger brother? Even though our Han family is rich, we cannot help raise other people's sons."

Han Tingzhang frowned deeply: "Grandma! Don't mention the matter of kinship identification anymore. If you think this child is not from the Han family, give it to me and I will raise it. Let Suijing and Ziru get married first."